price paid for paradise

 

A man is wed to land as dear as wife
and for his farm he‘ll gladly sacrifice
what is his livelihood becomes his life
such dedication keeps away most vice
invested time gives meaning in the strife
as he creates his own small paradise

reflection of first garden paradise
tilling the land together, man and wife
completely innocent of hate or strife
man gladly gave his rib, small sacrifice
but snake twisted the truth of God’s advice
eating forbidden fruit embittered life

to work in sweat would be man’s lot in life
rebellion led them out of paradise
their eyes opened to every evil vice
still-birth of sin brought pain to Adam’s wife
to cover shame requires blood sacrifice
our fall brought all creation death and strife

seeds of weed, thistle, and thorn now rife
disease and aging process shortens life
to bear children demands self-sacrifice
we cannot find way back to paradise
now shame’s dark secrets divide man and wife
our world is broken by our greed and vice

the Enemy holds captives in sin’s vise
conquers the world with anger, fear, and strife
cools the love between each man and wife
our stubborn pride leads miserable life
the only way to restore paradise
would be a perfect human sacrifice

God’s Son offered himself as sacrifice
divine and human free of any vice
for Christ alone can restore paradise
and put an end to all our sin and strife
if choose to follow him, we find true life
he loves the church as his own precious wife

to work the land ‘mid sacrifice and strife
farmer’s advice says his is still best life
earth’s paradise shared with beloved wife

 


This sestina surprised me by turning theological…I think it was the repeating/rhyming word choices I made that lent itself to themes of creation/fall/redemption/restoration. A sestina has six stanzas of six lines followed by a 3-line envoi each with a complicated pattern of final words repeated. This challenging form is described in detail by our host Victoria at d’Verse Poets.

translated celebration

Tonight for poetics at d’Verse, Laura offers translations of poems by non-English poets for us to interpret and respond with a poem of our own…


 

Anniversary

And we go on and on,
neither sleeping nor awake,
towards the meeting, unaware
that we are already there. 

That the silence is perfect,
and that the flesh is gone.
The call still is not heard
nor does the Caller reveal his face.

 But perhaps this might be
oh, my love, the gift
of the eternal Face without gestures
and of the kingdom without form! 

by Gabriela Mistral (1889-1957) – the pen name of Lucila Godoy Alcayaga, was Chilean and the first Spanish American author to receive the Nobel Prize in literature.

 

50th anniversary

oh, my dear,
we would have
celebrated fifty years
together,
if still awake
but here we lie,
on and on
yet
side by side
asleep in
perfect benighted
silence
waiting for day
when our Maker calls
us each by
name
new flesh restored
reuniting with spirit
to fully
savor
the gift revealed
of an eternal kingdom:
to see
face to Face!

 

by lynn__ American poet 1959 –

 

unfrazzled

 

Grandma, screen-shot-2019-08-09-at-3.48.13-pm
who bore seven children,
rambunctious and noisy,
marveled
over my great aunt,
who raised nine children,
so well-behaved
that following a meal
she would direct them
once
in a very soft voice…
they would immediately
clear the table
and
wash the dishes.

 


A quadrille  (poem of exactly 44 words) for dVerse Poets Pub with De.

at my casket

 

When you all your tears are blinking,

look carefully… i may be winking.

😉

prairie calls my name

windy weather
calling the flowers by nameIMG_2785
each nods

depth of a flower
flying away with the bee
some mystery

© Jane Reichhold

 

My “fusion” haiku/ troiku:

wildflowers nod heads
while bees hum mystery song
prairie breeze summer

wildflowers nod heads
as gentle wind nudges clouds
sleepy afternoon

bees hum mystery
in honeyed depth of pistil
sweet nectar distills

prairie breeze summer
delivers pollen and seeds
native plants flourish

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photos by lynn

 

 

gratitude recorded

 

counting grace gifts

moves me to mindful

noticing the beautifulIMG_3011

(even or especially)

in middle of the mess

 

grace gifts are blessings

magnificent and minute

given generously from

divine nail-pierced hands

with love, design, intent

 

i count and recount

voice in quiet prayer

write in poetic words

number in journal

capture with camera

 

lavish gifts everywhere

experienced in garden

discovered on farm

encountered in travels

observed as dear faces

 


Linda hosts poetics at dVerse Poets Pub on what brings us peace of mind…

violence against humanity

 

Awful week of three senseless public shootings by U.S. citizens at garlic festival in Gilroy CA, Walmart shopping center in El Paso TX, and popular nightclub neighborhood in Dayton OH.

We wonder why domestic terrorists perpetrate violence against unsuspecting victims? Why should innocent people die while enjoying their life? Why is our society spiraling down into a culture of hate and mayhem?

Why is it legal for mothers (whose nature is nurture) to pay doctors (whose profession is healing) to dismember their preborn infants? Why do fathers abandon or abuse their own children after conceiving them? Why do we insist our lives are superior and consider other lives expendable? Why not choose to love and protect one another, starting with our family?

Perhaps there is some connection here, an unnatural progression from selfishness, disrespect, broken relationships and alienation into a macabre culture of death. The shooters are guilty of crimes against humanity but we are all culpable.

shopping

killing on home turf

abortion births death culture

all victims bleed red

 

 

give honor where honor due

 

Hallowed be your name?

be set apart, made holy

to know God, to make him known

but we are an unholy people

hollow/hollowed out, hurt/ hurting

we’ve brought shame on your name

we have put out the bright signal fires

even dousing them with tepid water

yet, when life’s trouble terrifies us

we again take your name on our lips

cry for help in hopeless places

look for you in unfamiliar faces

you hear, you answer, you come

dispel our soul darkness

heal our heart wounds

wake us to our real life

Hallowed be your name!

 

 

love blooms red

poppie+at+sunrise

 

field of red poppies

remember blood sacrifice

freedom’s costly price

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s flower month. Today’s flower is the poppy.

shadow tales of cedar

 

Goldi wander in wood?

emilycarr-red-cedar-1931-33

Red Cedar by Emily Carr

beware of three bears

see them growling!

 

is Red in the hood?

big bad wolf out there

hear him howling!

 

scare Peter but good

should tinkle bells wear

stop them prowling!

 

 

 

 

 


Link to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads‘ prompt inspired by Emily Carr’s art.

just saying…

 

There are good reasons for sweating in bed;

the thermostat is not one.

 

thermostat

castlegarsource.com

 


An “American sentence”: pithy poem of 17 syllables.

 

freckled fun

 

kids have ‘em on their noses
toads have ‘em on their toes-es

bananas get ‘em when yummy ripe
trout wear ‘em with tummy stripe

speckles of sunlight shine upon leaves
treckles of water dripping from eaves

when all’s said and done
freckles are fun!

 

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charlotte sun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


No changing freckles and no editing this poem 🙂  It’s a quadrille with exactly 44 words for Mish’s prompt at dVerse poets pub tonight.

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